"When my fiancé called my pregnancy symptoms gross, I stopped telling him everything." Even the childbirth. "

—You don't know the vomit I had this week... and the doctor told me that... Didn't even finish the sentence. My fiancé made a face and interrupted me in front of everyone. —Can you stop talking about those things? It's disgusting. The table was left silent. —Gross? —asked. — Yes. I don't want to hear any symptoms, pain or anything pregnancy related. It gives me asc0. His sister looked at him in indignation. —But she'll be your daughter... —I don't care. I don't want to hear those topics. Watched this for a few seconds —It's okay. And i kept eating cake I didn't argue. I didnt make a scene. I just decided to respect exactly what he asked of me. Since that day I stopped telling her absolutely everything pregnancy-related. The ultrasound. The analysis. The controls. Doctor's recommendations. Nada. When I asked he answered: —All right. And I changed the subject. A few weeks later I had a very important ultrasound. Found out our baby was a girl I invited my mom, my sister, my friends and their sisters to share the news. Not to him. That night came excited. - Do you already know if it's a boy or a girl? —Sí. —And you didn't warn me? —I thought you weren't interested in the pregnancy stuff. Her smile disappeared suddenly. But I still hadn't understood the lesson. Months later I kept going to all the controls alone. If I asked something, I would answer: —Nothing important. —What did the doctor say? —The usual thing. - How is the baby? —Good. — When is the next check? —I don't know. I just got more and more annoyed. —I feel like you're not telling me anything. —I'm respecting what you asked. One night I started to feel contractions I took my bag. I called my mom. And I went to the hospital. Alone. They checked me out, admitted and hours later my daughter was born. When I held her in my arms I felt like everything was worth it. Took a picture of his little hand and sent it to the family group. "Welcome to the world, princess. " Phone just exploded with messages. Congratulations. Hearts. Phone calls. And finally the call from my fiancé -IS MY DAUGHTER BORN !? —Sí. —AND WHY DIDN'T YOU WARN ME? —I thought you didn't want to hear anything pregnancy-related. —But this was different! —For me, it was part of the same process. —I missed the birth of my daughter! —And I missed months of support because you decided this was all disgusting. He went completely quiet. When he arrived at the hospital, the whole family already knew exactly what had happened. His own sister looked at him and said: —Congratulation. You just discovered that words have consequences. Since then she has never again called anything related to pregnancy, motherhood or our daughter "gross." Because karma has a very special way of teaching lessons. And sometimes he listens to every word we say. 😂 Would you have advised her of the childbirth or would you have respected exactly what she asked?